"Oh- there's no need to bow!" his guard falls a little as he regards the young boy who bows at him, hands thrown up with a small grin on his face. He really does hope that he's not being too forward with him or scaring him in anyway- he hasn't had such a young patient before. Well, atleast not alone.

His attention is peaked when he catches him removing a journal. He does journalling? With such habits he's already on such a good track but when he shows it to him, the gears click in his head.

Akira Kurusu.

A young version of Akira being here, approaching him like this..."Ah." He nods slowly, keeping his expression careful even if the memories of yesterday were flashing in time and again. Such a young impressionable self like him possibly turning into the leader of the phantom thieves in the future- he could only commend him for who he was. Strong and intelligent. "Wow- you live all the way in Inaba? I really hope your friends know you are here: this place is pretty far from there, you know?"

"Let's see, I know a bit of the syllabary-" He looks down at his hands- one bandaged and one bare hand. He flinches at the sight and fists his palm close before folding it to his back. "..."

I can translate for you.

He brings his other palm up to his eye level and gestures back and forth in a gentle motion. A brief Hello. "I just need to get back to brushing up my skills."